मन

The Mind ...

मन के कोट की इक जेब से बेवक्त कोई पर्चा निकला | उसे पढ़ा, लिखा, पढ़ा पर न जाना, न समझा | फिर एक दिन लापरवाही की दराज में कहीं गुमा दिया | अनचाहे सफ़र में वक्त की टांग जहाँ जहाँ ज़रा ज़ोर से पड़ी वहाँ वहाँ कुछ दरका | किसी दरक में वही पर्चा घायल पड़ा था | न कोई पुरसाँ न वारिस कोई | उसी की छटपटाहट यहाँ लटका रहा हूँ | जाने कौन हवा कब क्या आस दे जाये |

GLOSSARY :

शैन - विलाप , रोना-धोना, दोष, ऐब 

 

Presented below is a loose English translation of this Hindi poem.

A lot of effort and ability is needed to carry over the charm of poetic expression and aesthetic value present in any original work into another language. I am afraid I do not have this ability. Yet I wanted to reach out to a wider audience. So even at the risk of sounding dull, I have attempted, by the way of this translation, to somehow try to convey the underlying idea of the poem however coarse it may seem though. I deeply lament that I could not preserve the allure of metre and rhythm that adorn the original poem in this translation. I offer my humble apologies to my readers for these poetic failings.

The Mind

Mind is an estranged friend

It's a moth like dream

Which makes me wander

from forest to forest

Enshrouding my night

as the day starts fading

What efforts would bring rains

to my life parched for ages

A thousand eyes of the mind

peek through the closed fists

 of my lonely childhood

And on the other side of my eyes

wait endless strands of tears

Mind speaks when I am silent

Surrendering itself fatuously

to anyone it falls for

and doesn't remember 

what it had been 

pondering on yesterday

Like a spurting water stream

that doesn't listen to anyone

Mind thinks and sings of itself

And it remains alienated so

 Every happiness

 is stained with a sorrow

For there's a horde 

ready to pull the shade 

off my head

There's a mind

in hiding within itself

holding a body

 of dreams covered in sutures

playing hide and seek

like the clouds

and like collyrium

embracing the smoke

Storing up petrified pearls and

threads of anxiety

in my eyes 

the mind is sleepless

every now and then

Echoes of  

the clamor of closed eyes

befell every dawn

Mind was always restless

and it went restless

 quietly taking with itself

all my faults and mournings !  

                                                                                                                 - Ishu Priye

                                                        June 1st , 2021

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ज़माना गुज़रा बात करे

Zamana Guzra Baat Kare ... 

If you have a brother or a sister, you should consider yourself lucky. And if he or she lives close by, then believe me, you are extremely blessed as well. My brother lives too far for comfort. Whenever we are done speaking to each other over phone, I keep thinking about him and hold on to the words spoken between us for long. I am sure he too does the same. It was one such conversation that got woven into this poem on the trail of my lost thoughts. So this poem belongs to him. 

Presented below is essentially a literal English translation of this poem. A lot of effort and ability is required to carry over the charm of poetic expression and aesthetic value present in any original work into another language. I am afraid I do not have this ability. Yet I wanted to reach out to a wider audience. So even at the risk of sounding dull, I have attempted, by the way of this translation, to somehow try to covey the underlying idea of the poem however coarse it may seem though. I offer my humble apologies to my readers for these poetic failings. 

" It Has Been Ages Since We Talked "

It has been ages since we talked

And ages since we met unrestrained

What has become of our emotions

And of those bemused nights

That city which was your own

And that dream of your eyes

You deserted them and so did I
Swayed away by fragile relationships

You went afar under compulsions of life

The splendor of my eyes was gone

But still in some corner of my heart

Whenever feelings about you are kindled

Dust clears off from the body of my memories

And someone meets me with flowing warmth

I am like a tired sea and a dejected  shore

You are the light spread far and beyond

May God bring together the separated ones

For it has been ages since we talked.

                                                                                                                  - Ishu Priye



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